Fetish Chicken in the News!

From: The Weekly Dig, June 2007  By: Barry Thompson

• "Defend Yourself!  Degan, of Fetish Chicken" Contrary to what Fetish Chicken's music led me to assume, guitarist Degan is not a raging Mike Patton fan, although he did get really starstruck one time when he met Jimmy Chamberlin.  He seemed to have a lot to say about music.  Unfortunately, this is the comic-relief portion of the paper, so we just talked about zoophilia. .  (see full interview at link above)
  

Volume=Talent Reviews

 The full text of a motley assortment of reviews; the good, the bad and the ugly.  Including the newest, just published June 11th!  Click the link above to read them.

Dinosaur Pilgrimage Reviews

From: The Noise, October 2005  By: Slimedog

• Having myself a fetish for naked women with chicken fat dripping off the skin of their arms and legs and me dressed as a rooster with my cock inflamed, THIS PART EDITED BY THE NOISE CENSORS I was of course interested in this band. That and the scene from Pink Flamingos pops to mind.
  Surprisingly, the music on this album is stranger than what those last two statements suggest, Thrash, experimental, dissonant prog all spring up during the first song with about 20 changes and the tune's only a minute-and-a-half.
  Eventually, they get into more conventional song forms but come off at their best when they're doing King Crimson as a punk band. I think I hear some Primus influence here, a band I don't like, but I like them. There's too much garage, lo-fi energy here to lunk them in with dull prog shit. Just 'cause your drummer has chops doesn't mean you have to take a one-way ticket to Dullsville.
  What I like best about this band, besides the good songs, is I really can't peg them and usually that's pretty easy for me. And I could be way off base in my perceptions and that's pretty cool, I think.
  Best drugs to take while listening: pot might be okay, stick with beer and maybe a little hard alcohol thrown in.

American Chop Suicide Reviews

From: Askew Reviews, March 2003  By: Liz Haebe

• You have to give it up to a band who's name is Fetish Chicken. These guys definitely have a ton of originality, and believe me, originality goes a long way. The first song on the album is called "Talent Show Song Pt. 1" and it's a nice little number that does display what a kid might actually play at a talent show. It's a totally instrumental piece that got me thinking this was a very mellow band who played some nice instrumental music. Well, that's not quite the case. These guys play such a variety of sounds that it's really hard to pinpoint exactly what it is that they are actually playing. Every song is different. Trust me, you'll appreciate that no song really sounds the same. Even if you aren't into loud music, or squealing instruments, you might just be into the fact that this band isn't afraid to try something different with their music. It's nice to see a band not try and fit into the cookie cutter mold of what 'real music' is supposed to sound like. Would I recommend "American Chop Suicide"? Sure. Just have an open mind and some way open ears and get ready to be pleased.

From: The Noise, April 2003  By: Tim Eisweiler

• Let the press kit speak: "Punks who wanted to be prog but grew up listening to Iron Maiden and Sonic Youth." What the hell can I possibly add to that?! If you grew up listening to Iron Maiden and Sonic Youth, then this is for you, unless you jumped off a roof with a head full of PCP back in the day. This is a freakshow of an album with a bit more filler than I'd like, but I'll be damned if there isn't a dark metallic heart beating at the center of it all-if it's got drums pounding at near blast-beat velocity, I tend to call it metal, kids. But there are also excursions into more emo territory, and more than enough nods to eclecticism for eclecticism's sake (kinda like Sonic Youth, if you ask me) to make sure this one never gets pigeonholed by a lazy rock hack working under deadline pressure. And I swear that they got a possessed Paul Westerberg to sing on track 7 (I'll be damned if I can read the song titles on the CD)-if they didn't, they should have. Points off for mentioning Queen and Anal Cunt in the same sentence in the press kit, though. 
  

From: Splendid, April 2003  By: Josh Kazman

• Half of American Chop Suicide consists of processed sound collages and annoying filler -- the sort of thing bands record when they don't have much to say, but are fascinated by recording equipment. "Ballad of Ballots" sandwiches warped, reverse-gated ambience between the puzzle-pieces of a mediocre rock anthem, while "Professionals"' layered, languid voices atop electronic static are simply annoying. It's clearly disposable material. . . (see link for full review)